"Life is nothing but an undated sheet bearing several moments of 'Uncollected Nothingness', and by the time you understand its true meaning, the day is gone. Out of nowhere, twilight makes way for the night to fall upon you; and you stay awake to collect the different forms of nothingness, but you only end up getting moon-burns."If there was an ideal way to collect nothingness, then it would be to write anything and everything that happens with and...
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